A somewhat emotional Kuroba Kaito raised his arms and put them on the sideboard, looking at the policeman standing not far in front of him with interest.
The two identities that were supposed to be on opposite sides are now on the same front because of a mysterious criminal organization.
"I can help you, but I need to have room for myself."
"How to say?"
"Do you know how long Kaito Kid has been in this world, Officer Uehara?"
"Are you referring to you? Or?"
Katsuki Uehara, who roughly guessed what was going on, raised his eyebrows, turned around and grinned at Kuroba Kaito, who was facing him: "At the beginning, many people tried to use the name of Kaitou Kid to seek personal gain for themselves. But slowly, slowly
, there is only one Kaitou Kidd left on this planet who is recognized by police around the world.
"Do you know why?"
"Okay, then I can only give you one piece of advice." Katsuki Uehara smiled nonchalantly: "Those guys won't shoot at you like they did in the second class."
Kuroba Kaito did not respond, or in other words, his figure turning around and walking towards the door was already a response.
When Miyano Akemi hurriedly ran down the stairs on the second floor carrying a bag filled with some clothes, the sight of Katsuki Uehara was the only one left in the living room.
"The protection mission is completed and he has returned to the team."
The man who was leaning against the wall with his hands folded across his chest seemed to see the confusion in her eyes and shrugged: "Unfortunately, my original plan didn't work. I have to ask you to come with me again, Miss Miyano."
."
"Just call me Akemi, Officer Uehara."
After taking a deep breath, Miyano Akemi managed to suppress the anxiety in her heart and tried to smile: "Thank you again."
Apart from this thank you, she could not think of any other way to express her gratitude to Uehara Katsumi. After all, this man seemed to her to be lacking in everything.
In other words, she thought about everything and found that she didn't have any chips to use as a thank you.
"In fact, your cooperation is the best thank you to the police. There is no need to doubt it."
Uehara Katsuki, who saw what was in this woman's mind, tapped his toes, raised his eyes with a smile, and said: "Not every witness who participates in the witness protection program can unconditionally trust and cooperate with the police like you, especially when so many things happened along the way.
This saved us a lot of trouble despite the twists and turns.”
Miyano Akemi pursed her lips and was about to speak when the man raised his hand and interrupted: "Stop saying thank you. I can already hear my ears pricking with this stuff. Let's go, I'll take you to another place first -"
Ring ring ring!
Before he finished speaking, Katsuki Uehara's cell phone started ringing in his pocket.
"Sato? What's wrong?"
"Uehara, where are you now?"
"What happened when I was about to send Miyano Akemi back?"
"That's right. Kenzo Masayama is probably dead, the president of the Japan Automobile Association and the rich man that Chris Binyard used as an excuse."
Fanshan Villa, basement.
Wearing gloves, Sato Miwako put one hand on her hip, raised her eyes and stared at the blazing fire in the fireplace, with a solemn expression on her face.
"Dead? How did you die?"
"I don't know, but judging from the physical evidence we found at the scene, he should have been shot to death and then thrown into the fireplace and burned."
The flickering firelight illuminated the face of Sato who was very close at hand. Shiratori Rensaburo, who was signaling the police to deal with the situation quickly, opened the notebook in his hand, pressed down the tip of the pen, and continued to write and draw on it.
"...I know, I'll be there soon."
Katsuki Uehara hung up the phone, turned to look at Miyano Akemi who was confused next to him, took a deep breath and said, "If you don't mind, can you stay in my car for a little longer."
"If the case is important, I can handle it."
Miyano Akemi is very cooperative.
Nearly thirty minutes later, the magenta Evo parked in front of the villa with many police cars at the gate.
Wearing the iconic light green suit and ponytail, after getting out of the car, Katsuki Uehara reached out to pick up the white and blue cordon, stooped slightly, and walked into the blocked villa without looking back.
"Sato, Shiratori, what's going on at the scene?"
"Our people discovered something wrong during today's surveillance. When they found the basement, they only saw a victim who had been burned in the fireplace, a gun, and several bullets.
bullet."
When Miwako Sato saw the visitor, she habitually threw the gloves she had prepared to him, ran her tongue across her slightly dry red lips, and briefly introduced the situation.
"What do you say in forensics class?"
Katsuki Uehara, who was walking towards the fireplace while putting on his gloves, looked around. There were two wine glasses standing opposite each other on the coffee table not far away.
"Because there was a fire in the fireplace, no fingerprints were found on the gun. We cannot determine the specific time of death. Also, of all the objects at the crime scene, the forensics department was only able to extract the items that belonged to Kenzo Masayama.
fingerprint……"
Appearing in front of Katsuki Uehara with a small book filled with various field records, Shiratori Rensaburo elaborated word by word: "As for the corpse, strictly speaking, he is not even a corpse, because it is just a corpse.
There are only bones left, and we can’t even determine his identity, but judging from the situation at the scene, this bone is most likely that of Kenzo Masayama..."
Listening to Shiratori's statement, Katsuki Uehara walked to the body bag and squatted down, slowly opening the zipper with his gloved hands——
The burned bones were neatly stacked among them, and among them, there were obvious bullet marks on the skull.
"We have contacted the people from the scientific research team to come and do the bone work——"
"No, it's better to wait for them to come up with the results than to do it myself. I just have to go to Mihua Central Hospital later, and Cheng Shi is an orthopedic surgeon.
"Oh, by the way, was this fireplace very hot when you came in?" Uehara Katsumi zipped up, stood up and walked to the fireplace, reaching in.
Even though the flames have extinguished, the temperature still remaining in the air is staggering.
"Yes."
"The surveillance found nothing?"
"No, we don't even know how the murderer got out. There is no other way out of this basement except the door. But we secretly set up surveillance outside the door, and we didn't find anything at all."
"Either the murderer entered and exited the basement through this fireplace passage, or our surveillance has been altered."
Sato Miwako looked at her partner who was sticking his head into the fireplace, and then said: "There is a police officer climbing up inside now."
"Where's the surveillance?" Uehara Katsuki turned around and asked.
"Section Chief, Administrator Matsumoto and Megure Police Department are taking turns taking care of it." Shiratori Rensaburo, who turned a page of a small notebook, gave the answer.